Originally Posted by
hammy56
why must you poo on my fantasy?
Because while you're dreaming of some vacuous starlet you're never going to meet and would have you arrested for stalking if you did (meet her), you're going to miss out on the Carl's Jr. counter chick who's wearing a cherry red and cherry bomb push up under that fugly brown shirt they make her wear.
Seriously. She was changing in her car; we had stopped on our cross country run to get some breakfast. I did a double take. It was real. And very nice. I told my wife I had a new favorite place to eat and why. She cracked up.
That, my friends, is an awesome spouse.